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Your Name: Ro (autobot)
Age: 24
Email: roorat[at]gmail[dot]com
Messager(s): AIM: jolted volt
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Arcana: Tower
Time Period: 2012
Name: Lindsey Gair
Gender: Male
Blood Type: B
Birthday/Sign: October 30th / Scorpio
Age: 18
Occupation/Grade: professional slacker 12th grade
Room: 605
PB: Onda Kou, from "Spider's Nest" by Mikekura Kazuya
Appearance: Lindsey is 100% blond-haired, blue-eyed California surfer boy, right down to the tan that he was likely born with. He's tall- 6'2"- and lanky, but toned. He did spend most of his life on the beaches of Cali, after all. One might even call Lindsey good-looking, with the long blond hair and winning smile, though he is a perpetual sloucher, and has a penchant for sprawling wherever the mood suits him.
His style is pretty casual- jeans, t-shirts, maybe the occasional jacket. Whatever. Always in-style, but never overly expensive or flamboyant. He dresses low-key. He will never, ever be seen without his dark glasses, however- you see, Lindsey is blind due to a surfing accident. The scarring around his eyes is minimal, but definitely there.
Personality: Upon first meeting him, one might call Lindsey quiet. Reserved. Respectful, even. And that might very well be true, it it wasn't all a total act. In classes, and in large groups, Lindsey tries not to draw attention to himself. He gets enough of it as-is, what with the glasses, the white cane, the specialized books and the exemption from gym class, and he hates it. He hates being referred to as "the blind kid" or "the special one" or whatever else people throw his way- and don't think he can't hear them, because he can. There's nothing he hates more than that damn accident and what it did to him.
He's smart, certainly, but even in class if he knows the answer, he won't say it. No need to get branded as a nerd or a suck-up along with everything else.
Get him alone, however, or try to get close to him, and you'll find that Lindsey is... well, he's an obnoxious, foulmouthed little shit. He's abrasive, sarcastic and kind of difficult to get along with. But, like his introversion, this is mostly a defense mechanism. He doesn't want people befriending him out of pity, and he figures he's got to drive them off somehow. Like the majestic porcupine, Lindsey is very hard to get close to.
Unlike his introversion, however, there's more of his true personality behind the prickly tactic. He is indeed a sarcastic little jerk with a penchant for swearing- he had been downright arrogant before the accident, but it humbled him greatly- but dig deep enough and you'll find a genuinely funny sense of humor, an insatiable love for music, and a kid who just wants to be liked. If you can stand him long enough to actually befriend him, you've gained a friend for life. He doesn't- he can't- make friends easily anymore, nor will he let them go easily.
History: To call Lindsey privileged would be an understatement. He was born in Southern California, the only child of Dylan and Madeline Gair, a wealthy, fun-loving couple that pretty much let their son do whatever the hell he wanted. They wanted to be his friends more than his parents, and it showed.
Since they let him, he pretty much did do whatever the hell he wanted. He spent a lot of time at the beach, surfing, hanging out with friends. His family would host parties at their house on the weekends. Without a doubt, Lindsey was the coolest kid in school.
It didn't take long for that to change, however. Lindsey was fourteen when the accident happened- the summer had just begun, and, like he had done every summer since he was old enough to walk, he was at the beach. The accident was just that- a freak accident. The scuttled remains of an ancient boat had flowed in with the tide, and Lindsey found them. With his face.
It was a one-in-a-million shot, but he wiped out in just the right place, and at just the right time. He was rushed to the hospital, and was eventually turned over to the best doctors his parents could afford. They saved his face, but they couldn't save his sight.
He missed school that entire year, due to countless surgeries and countless hours of physical and psychiatric therapy. Eventually his parents withdrew him from school entirely, and began teaching him at home. During a lot of that time, Lindsey was rebellious, hateful, and suicidal. His parents tried their best to help him, but it was a lost cause. They were having to set limits for their little boy where there hadn't been before, and he hated them for it. Eventually, he dove into music. He couldn't exactly watch cartoons or read a book anymore, after all, but he could still listen to music.
He found he has a certain fondness for the piano, though he was never traditionally taught. He's no Mozart, but damn it all, he's honed his skills enough that he can play just about any pop song on the radio by ear. It helped him out of the dark place he was in, and while he's still not totally okay with everything, he's back on good terms with his parents, and determined to live his life the best he can. He'll still spend a lot of his spare time at his keyboard, and sometimes he'll make up songs as he goes- everything from sad, mournful melodies, to upbeat, catchy jazz tunes. It's how he decompresses at the end of the day, and he's actually quite good at it.
The summer before his junior year of high school (or what would be his senior year, if the accident hadn't put him a year behind), Lindsey's father's job offered him a new position on the east coast. There was a lot of debate over whether or not he should take it. Lindsey was, surprisingly enough, ready for a change, and urged his dad to go through with it. The people and the places he had grown up with had pretty much been lost to him during his recovery, and he wanted a new place with new people.
Then his parents suggested sending him back to school.
That caused even more debates, and a lot of research for both parties. Lindsey was still largely against the idea, but his parents put their proverbial foot down. Lindsey needed socialization. He needed to be around kids his age. He needed to see if he could make it on his own.
Lord knows they had the money, so they narrowed down their very long list of schools to Adessi, and much to Lindsey's chagrin, sent him packing.
Weapon: Garrote (meaning the cord for his headphones)
Stats: Strength, Luck, Agility, Vitality, Magic
Persona: Lancelot (Galahad)
Strength: Slash Physical
Weakness: Water
Primary Skillset: Slash Physical
Secondary Skillset: Earth
Age: 24
Email: roorat[at]gmail[dot]com
Messager(s): AIM: jolted volt
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Arcana: Tower
Time Period: 2012
Name: Lindsey Gair
Gender: Male
Blood Type: B
Birthday/Sign: October 30th / Scorpio
Age: 18
Occupation/Grade: professional slacker 12th grade
Room: 605
PB: Onda Kou, from "Spider's Nest" by Mikekura Kazuya
Appearance: Lindsey is 100% blond-haired, blue-eyed California surfer boy, right down to the tan that he was likely born with. He's tall- 6'2"- and lanky, but toned. He did spend most of his life on the beaches of Cali, after all. One might even call Lindsey good-looking, with the long blond hair and winning smile, though he is a perpetual sloucher, and has a penchant for sprawling wherever the mood suits him.
His style is pretty casual- jeans, t-shirts, maybe the occasional jacket. Whatever. Always in-style, but never overly expensive or flamboyant. He dresses low-key. He will never, ever be seen without his dark glasses, however- you see, Lindsey is blind due to a surfing accident. The scarring around his eyes is minimal, but definitely there.
Personality: Upon first meeting him, one might call Lindsey quiet. Reserved. Respectful, even. And that might very well be true, it it wasn't all a total act. In classes, and in large groups, Lindsey tries not to draw attention to himself. He gets enough of it as-is, what with the glasses, the white cane, the specialized books and the exemption from gym class, and he hates it. He hates being referred to as "the blind kid" or "the special one" or whatever else people throw his way- and don't think he can't hear them, because he can. There's nothing he hates more than that damn accident and what it did to him.
He's smart, certainly, but even in class if he knows the answer, he won't say it. No need to get branded as a nerd or a suck-up along with everything else.
Get him alone, however, or try to get close to him, and you'll find that Lindsey is... well, he's an obnoxious, foulmouthed little shit. He's abrasive, sarcastic and kind of difficult to get along with. But, like his introversion, this is mostly a defense mechanism. He doesn't want people befriending him out of pity, and he figures he's got to drive them off somehow. Like the majestic porcupine, Lindsey is very hard to get close to.
Unlike his introversion, however, there's more of his true personality behind the prickly tactic. He is indeed a sarcastic little jerk with a penchant for swearing- he had been downright arrogant before the accident, but it humbled him greatly- but dig deep enough and you'll find a genuinely funny sense of humor, an insatiable love for music, and a kid who just wants to be liked. If you can stand him long enough to actually befriend him, you've gained a friend for life. He doesn't- he can't- make friends easily anymore, nor will he let them go easily.
History: To call Lindsey privileged would be an understatement. He was born in Southern California, the only child of Dylan and Madeline Gair, a wealthy, fun-loving couple that pretty much let their son do whatever the hell he wanted. They wanted to be his friends more than his parents, and it showed.
Since they let him, he pretty much did do whatever the hell he wanted. He spent a lot of time at the beach, surfing, hanging out with friends. His family would host parties at their house on the weekends. Without a doubt, Lindsey was the coolest kid in school.
It didn't take long for that to change, however. Lindsey was fourteen when the accident happened- the summer had just begun, and, like he had done every summer since he was old enough to walk, he was at the beach. The accident was just that- a freak accident. The scuttled remains of an ancient boat had flowed in with the tide, and Lindsey found them. With his face.
It was a one-in-a-million shot, but he wiped out in just the right place, and at just the right time. He was rushed to the hospital, and was eventually turned over to the best doctors his parents could afford. They saved his face, but they couldn't save his sight.
He missed school that entire year, due to countless surgeries and countless hours of physical and psychiatric therapy. Eventually his parents withdrew him from school entirely, and began teaching him at home. During a lot of that time, Lindsey was rebellious, hateful, and suicidal. His parents tried their best to help him, but it was a lost cause. They were having to set limits for their little boy where there hadn't been before, and he hated them for it. Eventually, he dove into music. He couldn't exactly watch cartoons or read a book anymore, after all, but he could still listen to music.
He found he has a certain fondness for the piano, though he was never traditionally taught. He's no Mozart, but damn it all, he's honed his skills enough that he can play just about any pop song on the radio by ear. It helped him out of the dark place he was in, and while he's still not totally okay with everything, he's back on good terms with his parents, and determined to live his life the best he can. He'll still spend a lot of his spare time at his keyboard, and sometimes he'll make up songs as he goes- everything from sad, mournful melodies, to upbeat, catchy jazz tunes. It's how he decompresses at the end of the day, and he's actually quite good at it.
The summer before his junior year of high school (or what would be his senior year, if the accident hadn't put him a year behind), Lindsey's father's job offered him a new position on the east coast. There was a lot of debate over whether or not he should take it. Lindsey was, surprisingly enough, ready for a change, and urged his dad to go through with it. The people and the places he had grown up with had pretty much been lost to him during his recovery, and he wanted a new place with new people.
Then his parents suggested sending him back to school.
That caused even more debates, and a lot of research for both parties. Lindsey was still largely against the idea, but his parents put their proverbial foot down. Lindsey needed socialization. He needed to be around kids his age. He needed to see if he could make it on his own.
Lord knows they had the money, so they narrowed down their very long list of schools to Adessi, and much to Lindsey's chagrin, sent him packing.
Weapon: Garrote (meaning the cord for his headphones)
Stats: Strength, Luck, Agility, Vitality, Magic
Persona: Lancelot (Galahad)
Strength: Slash Physical
Weakness: Water
Primary Skillset: Slash Physical
Secondary Skillset: Earth